I don't understand it.
Why is it that I tried to struggle, but ended up being the one struggling instead?
It's strange.
I feel like I've caught a glimpse of the mysteries of this world.
So please calm your anger, seriously, I'm begging you, Demon King.
Oh right.
Talking about breasts in front of the Demon King is forbidden.
And probably talking about height too.
Because she's small, you know.
Saying any of this out loud would probably cost me my life.
There's no way I could say that with my mouth, it's too scary.
Well, struggling or whatever, it heals right away, but the look in the Demon King's eyes at that time was absolutely terrifying.
Her stare was the kind you'd see in some horror manga or something.
Bad news, bad news.
Those are eyes that have already killed people.
Oh right, the Demon King has a Title like "Monster Slaughterer" or something.
She's totally the type who actually kills people.
Dammit.
I've been told to hold off on my revenge against Breast Planet, so where am I supposed to direct this aimless anger?
"Hiiii!?"
Target acquired.
Today's sacrifice is, as you all know, the little vampire girl.
Let's hear her current state of mind.
"Monkeys! I don't want monkeys anymore!"
The moment she sees someone's face, the vampire girl tries to flee while screaming about monkeys.
How rude.
Don't think you can escape from me.
I instantly catch the fleeing vampire girl.
I grab her by the scruff of the neck to stop her escape.
Even so, she tries to move her legs and spectacularly trips, flipping over.
Hmm.
I look down at the vampire girl flailing around on her back.
She's big too.
I won't say where, but she's definitely bigger than me.
Should I take a bite?
"Hiiii?! What?! What is it?!"
Sensing something ominous, the vampire girl starts crying and flailing.
Hey, you're old enough, stop crying.
Has this kid regressed to infancy or something?
Is she okay?
"What are you doing?"
Hearing the vampire girl's screaming, Filmina came walking over.
And the moment she saw the vampire girl's pathetic state, she snorted with laughter.
O-oh.
Wow, a gaze absolutely dripping with contempt is being directed at the vampire girl.
"It's nothing."
Whether it was her last shred of pride kicking in or what, she stands up crisply, as if her earlier pathetic panic never happened.
But since I was still holding her by the scruff of the neck, she ended up in a hilariously stupid pose.
Filmina saw that and laughed again, and the vampire girl's face turned red in an instant.
You two sure get along.
"Um. What's going on here?"
And then, yet another guest arrived.
Oni boy and Mera.
I thought it was an unusual combo, but then I remembered these two need to discuss various things about the troop reorganization, so it's not weird for them to meet up.
Unlike other troops, there aren't any major personnel changes for Oni boy's or Mera's groups, but there are still fine adjustments to be made.
Having been seen in such an undignified state by Mera, her retainer, the vampire girl flails about with her face bright red.
But I don't let go of her scruff.
I enjoy the vampire girl's humiliation for a while.
Ah, this indescribable air of stupidity is so healing.
"Shiro-sama. The young lady is suffering."
Unable to watch any longer, Mera speaks up.
I look, and indeed, her formerly red face is gradually turning blue.
The vampire girl was struggling quite seriously, so it seems my gripping her neck with some considerable force was the issue.
Despite grabbing from behind, it seems I was stopping her breathing and blood circulation.
She probably wouldn't die if I kept holding on, but it looked like things would get troublesome, so I reluctantly let go.
Having been suddenly freed while in a shrimp-like position, the vampire girl's body naturally meets the ground courtesy of gravity.
She hit headfirst, making a rather satisfying thud.
The vampire girl lies spread-eagle on the ground with tears in her eyes.
Damn, this is super fun.
The three who watched me bully the vampire girl each showed different reactions.
Filmina wears a satisfied expression but her cheeks twitch slightly.
She's probably secretly terrified that she'll become the target of such treatment someday.
Don't worry, don't worry.
I won't, I won't. It's not like you'd think I definitely, probably, most likely would… actually, you might.
Oni boy looks so exasperated he's at a loss for words.
But I can see an accusatory will in his gaze.
Yeah, Oni boy is trying to say don't do things people don't want, right?
Don't worry, don't worry.
I try spouting a line with the flavor of a sadistic eroge: "If I keep training you, being bullied will eventually become pleasurable."
Actually, if you had to say whether the vampire girl is S or M, I'd say M.
Mera is expressionless but has a face full of maternal warmth, like a nanny watching over children's play.
A guardian, huh.
Yeah, a guardian, mm.
Mera-san, Mera-san?
This kid has grown up to be pretty disappointing, but is that warm watching-over stance really okay?
Well, I'm the one who made her look pathetic, but still.
The vampire girl slowly stands up and brushes the dust off her clothes.
She gives a deliberate throat-clearing, then turns around with a composed face.
"Master, if you need something, please just call out to me normally."
And this is from the person who tried to flee the instant she saw someone's face.
She's apparently pretending that earlier humiliation never happened.
Well, more than half of it was witnessed by everyone here, though.
Anyway, business, business.
Actually, while we were doing this little comedy routine, I ended up having some business.
I casually place my hand on the vampire girl's shoulder.
And then, teleport.
We arrive at Natsume's place.
"…Master, if you have business, please call out first before doing it."
The vampire girl is saying something, but I ignore her.
The two people already in the room notice her voice and turn toward us.
One is Natsume, the owner of this room.
The other is little sister.
But there's one more person in this room, seated in a chair.
That person is staring into the void with vacant eyes.
That person is Hasebe, the next saint candidate.
Yeah.
I've gone and laid hands on a pawn of the Divine Speech Church.
The Pope's face flashes through my mind.
I might have done it this time.